"There's one more thing," Fate said, pursing her lips. "I see you have memories of your visions, but I haven't found a single trace of one since your…accident."
"I haven't had one. I…don't think I remember how," I admitted.
"Well, I have," Luke said. "Every time I visited while she slept, I had to resist the pull of her aura. Sometimes, no matter how guarded I was, images and voices flickered through my head regardless."
Fate regarded him intently, nodding slowly. "Yes, I see. But those weren't the future you saw, nor your own past."
"What was it then?" I asked.
"Memories. Yours, to be specific," Fate said. Suddenly, her lip curved in a smile. "Interesting. That fool of an apostle actually tried to sneak a peek, didn't she."
